In the next hour, Fei Yinuo talked a lot, all about the happy times he and Xiaotou had.
He patiently taught the original owner how to ride a horse, and how the original owner could be careless and cute.
In Feinuo's mouth, a completely different image was woven.
A simple college student who is ignorant of the world.
When Fei Yinuo described these things, his eyes were firm and serious, and he was so focused as if every single thing was true.
However, after listening for a while, Baili Xin found many loopholes.
In the previous paragraph, Fei Yinuo was still saying that the original owner couldn't ride a horse, but in the next paragraph, they were participating in a horse racing competition together at the racecourse.
The tone is very serious, but the language is full of loopholes.
Feinuo had gone mad a long time ago.
His memory was disordered. In order to reduce his guilt, he covered up the truth with false memories. In the end, all that remained in his mind were the good things he had done for the original owner.
After listening for a while, Baili Xin felt that it was boring and began to daydream.
He held his chin with one hand and listened quietly to the man reciting one thing after another like a text, while his consciousness flew to the Moon Bay Hotel last night.
I don’t know whether Dijia has woken up now or where he is.
The dark shadow that dragged me into the room yesterday was him, and he was also the one who broke into the room and helped me clean up.
However, when he was in human form at that time, he had no memory of when he was a shadow. He was not pretending, but he really didn't remember.
If he hadn't found the scratches on Dijia's arm that he had left on Black Shadow when he was aroused, he would have thought that there were two copies.
Shouldn't he be thankful that it's okay
…
"Everything ends tonight." Fei Yinuo's words brought Baili Xin's thoughts back to reality. "After tonight, I will take you away from here."
Baili Xin tilted her head and looked at the affectionate man: "Is there something big happening tonight?"
Fei Yinuo pinched his chin and looked doting: "It's not a big deal, it's just that the Fei family has a dinner party tonight, and none of us can leave the Fei family before the dinner is over."
He comforted her, "It's just a dinner party. Nothing will go wrong with me here."
A low and gentle voice came out of the man's mouth, and his big hand stretched out, wanting to touch the young man's soft and tender hair.
Baili Xin cleverly dodged Fei Yinuo's touch and began to order the guests to leave in a concise manner, "Since there is a dinner party, I should also clean up."
"Yes, it's time to clean up." It seemed that all of Fei Yinuo's good temper was given to one person. Facing Baili Xin's rejection, he was not angry. He just slowly retracted his hand, looked at his watch, and stood up. "I also need to prepare some things here. See you later, Xiaotou."
Not long after Fei Yinuo got up and left, Baili Xin also stood up and walked to the window.
Through the window, he saw Fenuo walk out of the door, then turn a corner as usual and disappear at the end of his sight.
Baili Xin sat in the room for a while and walked out of the bedroom. When he stood on the stairs, he saw the servants busy decorating the hall on the first floor.
The magnificent hall was draped with romantic white lace curtains, which did not seem like the setting for an ordinary dinner party but rather for a wedding ceremony.
—Squeak.
I heard the sound of a door opening, followed by hurried footsteps.
Baili Xin turned his head and saw Da Zhuang and the other two red-haired men walking towards him in a hurry.
There was anger between Da Zhuang's brows, but unlike Da Zhuang's anger, the red-haired man looked more afraid.
"Baili Xin!" Da Zhuang said angrily, "Hurry up and tell your parents to let us leave here. We can't stay in this damn place for even a minute."
Baili Xin's eyes swept across the faces of the three people one by one, and finally fixed on the red-haired man's face, "You said you saw a ghost appear in the corridor last night. What did you see?"
The red-haired man was slightly startled and cast a questioning look at Da Zhuang.
Baili Xin continued, "I reminded you a long time ago. I told you to leave when you first entered the Fei family, but you refused to leave."
He lowered his gaze to Da Zhuang's muddy trouser legs, "You guys must have tried to climb over the wall just now, but failed, right? You guys also realized that this Fei family is weird, right? You really want to leave, right?"
Redhead: "I'll tell you."
"I couldn't sleep last night, so I wanted to go out for a walk. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a dark shadow appear in the corridor." The red-haired man gritted his teeth and said, "I thought it was someone who hadn't rested yet. Just as I was about to raise my hand to say hello, the shadow suddenly turned around, and I saw its face clearly at that time."
Red Hair: "It was a dark face, as if covered by fog. It staggered and crawled on the ground, as if looking for something. I didn't dare to make a sound. It didn't seem to notice my presence. I watched it disappear into the crack of the wall."
"A crack in the wall?" Baili Xin repeated. "Which crack in the wall?"
The red-haired man raised his hand and pointed towards Da Zhuang's room, "Look, that's the crack in the wall."
Baili Xin walked to the door of Dazhuang's room and stared at the outer wall of Dazhuang's room thoughtfully.
The three red-haired men looked at each other in confusion and followed Baili Xin.
Is there anything special about Da Zhuang’s room
That day, the black shadow escaped and finally disappeared outside Da Zhuang's window. This time, Red Hair saw the black shadow disappear on the outer wall of Da Zhuang's corridor.
Baili Xin looked at Da Zhuang and said, "Open the room and let me go in and take a look."
Da Zhuang was a little annoyed by Baili Xin's attitude, but he was also very curious about what the hell was in his room. After hesitating for two seconds, he finally opened the room.
The moment the door was opened, a faint fishy smell hit me in the face.
The red-haired boy immediately glared at Da Zhuang.
Da Zhuang turned his eyes away awkwardly, not daring to look at the red-haired man. He quickly walked to the window and opened it to ventilate.
Baili Xin's focus was not on the smell of the room. As soon as he entered the room, he was attracted by the portrait on the wall.
On the wall of Dazhuang's room hangs a framed portrait, which shows a wheat field with dreamy colorful clouds above it. In the middle of the wheat field are two silhouettes leaning against each other, one in black and the other in white. The portrait is not very clear, and the edges of the scenery are not carefully outlined, but a three-dimensional blurred boundary is created with thick oil paint.
The black silhouette is slightly larger, while the white silhouette is slightly smaller. Under the golden ears of wheat and the colorful sunset, the picture looks both warm and weird.
Baili Xin's eyes fell on the lower right corner of the painting.
When creating their own works, painters regard them as their own children and habitually leave their own marks on them.
In the lower right corner was a string of somewhat complicated words. Baili Xin stared at the string of cursive characters for several seconds before he could recognize a few words uncertainly.
—Zhai Tou.
Zhai Tou...
Little Tou...
This painting is actually the work of Xiao Tou
With a flash of surprise in his heart, Baili Xin turned his attention back to the black and white figures in the wheat field.
Under the huge wheat field, the two figures, one black and one white, look very small. They are not in the center of the wheat field, but in the most inconspicuous corner in the distance. But even so, they are still the finishing touch of this painting. The first thing people see when they look at this painting is these two little people.
The black and white ones snuggled up to each other, looking very warm, but Baili Xin always felt that something was not right.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the two of them carefully for several seconds, until he found a tiny inconsistency and finally realized what was wrong.
Under the cover of the wheat field, the black and white man does not have a pair of legs, but a wooden stake that is very similar in color to the wheat field.
The one black and one white are not villains, but two scarecrows wearing black and white clothes.
These are the backs of two scarecrows.
His discovery did not stop there, because he had been staring at the portrait, and when he adjusted the angle, he vaguely saw traces of text on the back of the white man. In order to see what was written on the back of the white man, Baili Xin moved a few centimeters closer to the painting. Just when his face was about to touch the portrait, Baili Xin's eyes flashed, and then he took two steps back silently.
Da Zhuang stared at the painting every day but couldn't see any problem. When he saw Baili Xin staring at the painting intently as soon as he came in, he couldn't help but complain, "Is there something wrong with this painting?"
The young man shook his head: "Nothing, I just think this painting is quite special, especially the two silhouettes, one in black and one in white."
Da Zhuang muttered quietly, "Special? I find it a bit creepy. One black and one white, aren't they the Black and White Impermanence in supernatural novels? Aren't the people in the wheat field farmers wearing flowered shirts? Who would dress like this and stand in the wheat field? It's weird."
s419m: Host, is there really nothing wrong with this painting
Baili Xin: There are problems, and quite a few.
s419m: Please start your performance.
Baili Xin silently rolled his eyes.
First, I just saw some words on the back of the white scarecrow. At first, I just wanted to see the content of the words, but when I got closer, I found that the little man inside moved.
s419m: Moved? Does it mean alive? What is written behind the white scarecrow
Baili Xin shook his head slightly: That was not a word, but a symbol.
As he spoke, he drew a symbol in his mind. The outer circle was a circle, and the pattern inside the circle looked like an eye. But because the color was too light, I was not sure whether it was an eye or a shuttle-shaped pattern.
s419m: A pattern? Didn't the Lord God say that the room in the Moon Bay Hotel was not a simple murder case, but a ritual? Could this pattern be related to the ritual in the Moon Bay Hotel
Baili Xin nodded in his mind and said, I have the same guess.
Besides this, I have another discovery. Baili Xin looked at the portrait on the wall with complicated eyes. The person who signed the painting was named Zhai Tou. In fact, this was not the first time we saw Zhai Tou's work.
s419m:? Not the first time? Where else have we seen this
Every painter has his own painting habits, especially oil painters, this habit is more obvious. The coloring layers, brush angles, strength, number of times, etc., are all muscle memories imprinted on the painter's body. Baili Xin said solemnly, do you remember the plaster black room of Fei Yinuo? Although the painting "Rose Boy" did not have a signature, the work itself speaks. The painting structure and painting technique details of that painting are exactly the same as this painting.
If the name "Zhai Tou" of this painting was not written by someone else, then the painting in the plaster room was from the hand of "Zhai Tou".
s419m呆若木鸡: Let me sort this out, Zhai Tou is Xiao Tou, right
Baili Xin: Probably.
s419m: So Fei Yinuo is schizophrenic? Not only did he construct false memories in his mind, he also imagined a Xiao Tou, pretending to be Xiao Tou, and drew this picture
Just a few words, Baili Xin was completely confused...
If we open our minds a little, let's say, is there a possibility that the "Rose Boy" treasured by Fei Yinuo was painted by Xiaotou himself
s419m: Huh? !!!
Warning! Warning! CPU is overloaded!